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Ezekiel 25:17

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I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker,motherfucker. I'm superfly TNT. (( Indie RP blog for Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction. Read the rules and information before interacting. ))
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"…Shit man, hopefully he’s alright" He replied, nodding some, reaching and clapping Jules on the shoulder. "I’m sure he will be" Vincent nodded again. "….Wallace tell you anything about the next job he’s gonna have us doin?" 

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"Well he is a strong cat, I'm sure he'll be alright, but I wasn't about taking any risks with him, I've had him for a very long time," He paused then, a small bit of a smile twitching at his lips at the mention of a job, if only for the fact it'd been a few since he worked with Vincent, not too long...but long enough, "I haven't. Anything worth while?"

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"Wallace puts up with me, For the same reason he deals with your black ass. "Vincent grumbled before glancing over. "….S’wrong with Pimp? He gonna be alright?" 

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"Well I think he ate something funny,came home the other night after visiting my lady friend, and he was breathing funky. Now he isn't overweight or anything like that, so that wasn't anything to do with it. He's a very fit cat. So naturally I was worried," He explained, "I'm waiting to hear back,"

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"Hey man Well fuckin—-Fuck you. I ain’t got no problem handlein’ my gun. You’re the one who can’t drive….How the fuck you been?"  

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"Can't even fuckin' defend your damn self proper, gotta go blaming everybody else. How's Wallace put up with your honky self?" Jules looked at Vincent, brows raised some, "Been fine enough. My damn cat is in the vet. You?"

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League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Starters

  • Now, would you like to learn to shoot?
  • Very American. Fire enough bullets and hope to hit the target. 
  • I’ve been waiting all week to do that.
  • Get a grip, man. 
  • Well, hello to you, too. And need I remind you, I am naked in the snow. I can’t feel any of my extremities. And I mean… any of them. 
  • What are you? 
  • I’m complicated. 
  • That’s the last time I ever play with matches. 
  • And are you a good boy/girl? 
  • ____. You’re alive. 
  • It’s possible I can’t die. Same could be said of you. Let’s put it to the test. 
  • Ah. The bedroom, ___. Does it give you memories? Or ideas? 
  • If that had been permanent, I’d have been very upset!
  • You broke my heart once. This time you missed. 
  • If you can’t do it with one bullet, don’t do it at all. 
  • Where is your sense of patriotism? 
  • God save the Queen. 
  • Automatic rifles. Who in God’s name has automatic rifles? 
  • You’re sweet… and you’re young. Neither are traits that I hold in high regard. 
  • Do you realize what you’ve done? What you’ve let out of me? 
  • A woman’s wrath? Oh, I’m petrified. 
  • I’m an immortal, sir, not a gazelle. How can we outrun this? 
  • I hoped I’d get to nail you one more time. Didn’t think it’d be literally.
  • Bomb-voyage. 
  • We’ll be at this all day. 
  • I’m not much of a drinker
  • Do I distract you? 
  • This is a charming spot. Does Jack the Ripper live here? 
  • They told me European women had funny ways.
  • A man who worships death. Can we trust him? 
  • I’ve lived long enough to see the future become history, Professor. Empires crumble. There are no exceptions. 
  • Don’t be afraid. 
  • Who says I’m afraid?
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